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Re: Swim Team

Hey Dairy Queen....

being witty and clever and supportive and coy is a full full time job...

and I am an old man...show some respect you young fucking whipper
snapper. I was encouraging the man in his literary efforts. Obviously
the post said he was doing great and I was eagerly anticipating his
future endeavors.

sorry we seem to be on different elevators tonight...watch your sugar.

Re: Swim Team

OK, there are a few things I do really well and counting isn't among them. Most of what I'm good at is a lot more fun than that. So it was Chapter 3 I read and not. My point remains the same, I can't wait much longer for you to get my nut. So Sheep, let's do it!

"Reading should be easy. Only the reader should be hard." -- hard reader (author of the erotic porn novel "I Thought I Knew")

The shower was a walk-in with a glass wall and door and had a normal shower head, a hand shower, a rain head right in the center, 2 body jets, and a control you needed an engineering degree to operate. It was thermostatic, so the water temperature wouldn’t change if someone flushed the toilet. The shower was 3 ft by 5 ft and held two comfortably; three would be delightful. With all the heads spraying we got wet real quick so I shut off all but the hand shower. I soaped up James, Robb soaped up me, and James took care of Robb. We paid particular attention to those hard to reach areas made easier by James sticking his ass out as much as he could. I got a little more gel on my finger and slowly pushed it into his most private place with him pushing back on my finger. The look on his face was angelic. He was in a place he dreamt of being and the reality was better than the dream. I started to withdraw and he said, “No, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

I used two fingers and massaged his prostate and listened to his contented moans. Not wanting to run out of hot water, I backed him up to one of the jets after turning it on. The jets are more effective than a bidet. I like my boys clean. Then I shampooed his crotch and cleaned his foreskin, which was clean anyway. It fully retracted when he was hard, which made cleaning an easy, quick job. I finished up by giving him a shampoo. I find that to be erotic and by the smile on his face he did, too. Robb got the shave cream and lathered up the pubic region and his balls, and I took care of his ass. As James had been using a trimmer on his pubes, it was pretty easy to give him the prepubescent look. I held the hand shower so Robb could keep flushing the razor. I helped by holding the skin on his cock tight for Robb. Thankfully, Robb kept the happy trail which looked so enticing when he was in a Speedo. Robb helped hold his ass cheeks apart so I could tidy up with the razor in there. We gave him a good, thorough rinse and cleaned his feet. His personal hygiene was impeccable.

“James, time to test your washing ability on Robb,” I said.

He looked at me and grinned and crouched down in front of Robb, sucking his cock into his mouth. I don’t know if cock-sucking is a hard-wired skill, like babies sucking a tit, but James looked pretty comfortable with it, and as proof his cock sprang to attention. Robb voted with his cock which was also hard. As for me, I was boned, watching my best friend pleasuring my swim buddy, who had taken my virginity just twenty-four hours earlier.

I was afraid I would feel jealous, but strangely, I didn’t. I loved James; I had for years, and also felt really close to Robb. I know James loved me like only a best friend can, and it was apparent Robb had feelings for me, even if they were primarily lust. Jealousy wasn’t going to raise its ugly head. Tonight was all about fun and a celebration of our sexuality. Robb said if anyone had boundaries, they should express them now, to prevent anyone from being uncomfortable. He recounted how his older brother raped him when he came home drunk. Because of this, he didn’t want to be fucked. James said he would try anything once, and I said I would try anything twice. They both looked at me and said “Ho”, to which I responded, “Na uh. I don’t charge for it, so, I guess you should call me ’Slut’.”

We started off kissing and petting, switching things up frequently, to keep things interesting, and to make sure nobody was left out. Two would kiss while the other one would suck and massage the others’ balls. We constantly changed things around. We were all so much into each other that nothing was disappointing, just different. I thought to myself how glad I was I didn’t prepare garlic bread with the dinner. My mind was trying to plan what would happen. I knew Robb could only top; I knew I wanted to bottom for James and top him as well. I finally decided I wasn’t going to plan anything, that way I wouldn’t be disappointed. Robb could fuck me; James, too. I didn’t care.

I was sucking face with James when he whispered in my ear, “Scott, I want you to fuck me -- I want to feel you inside me -- I want to feel your love flood into me.”

Nothing could have turned me on more than hearing him say that to me. I got him in the doggy position, and started rimming him. Robb figured out what to do and deep throated him, with James face fucking him. My tongue was in a very happy place. If someone told me a day earlier that I would be eating a guy’s ass, I would have thought they were insane. Now I was the one that was insane -- with lust and love. My tongue probed deeper and deeper; the moans coming from James as he was being rimmed and sucked were unbelievably hot. I was afraid I would shoot just listening to him. He was my hero, and I was giving him my best.
I spit on my fingers, and slowly probed his inner sanctum. The combination of finger fucking, licking his ass and my fingers, to keep them wet and slippery, made me dizzy with lust. If pheromones exist in humans, there were clouds of them tonight. I couldn’t stop if the cottage was on fire. I had to fuck my friend, and had to do it now.

“Baby, are you sure you are ready for this?”, I asked.

“Scott, fuck me, now, any way you want.”

“Babes, this is your first time. If you sit on my cock, you can control how much cock you take.”

“Scott, no, I want you in control.”

“Lie on your tummy, and I will be on top of you. That way Robb can fuck me at the same time. But first, I want you to suck me, and get me really wet”, I suggested.

James had difficulty getting much of my big dick in his mouth -- he gagged. I told him to take it slow. which was better for me, too, because I wanted to fuck him, not cum in his mouth. I was super horny, so I pulled out of his mouth, grabbed the lube, and gave my cock a good covering of the slippery stuff. I also applied it freely to my fingers and worked on his hole, getting it slippery and stretching him in preparation for the main event. His moans indicated he loved it and was ready. I gently pressed into him.

“Scott, it hurts!”

“Sorry babes, I’ll go slow until the pain subsides.”
I didn’t move; rather, I let him get used to my big ‘little’ head before I went deeper.

“Scott, I think you can push in a little more now.”

I slowly slipped in a bit deeper but could feel him writhing in pain.

“James, try to relax; push out like you are taking a dump, and breathe deeply. That should make it easier on you.”

I could feel he was following my instructions.

“More, Scott but slowly.”

I inched in a little and slowly withdrew until only my head was inside, then entered again, developing a slow rhythm.

“Mmm, baby, it’s feeling nice now, give me more” James remarked.

And so it went until I was all the way in. The feel of his tight ass gripping my cock was sensational.

“I love how it feels inside me and the feeling of your weight on top of me -- it gives me a secure feeling”, James remarked.

“Robb, I want you to plow me now”, I said.

After lubing us both, he got positioned with his dick aimed at my hole, and as I pulled out from James, I felt Robb pushing into me. It felt incredible, pushing in or pulling out and getting drilled -- so many sensations; I was in sensory overload and loving it. All three of us were moaning now, with me being the loudest. Robb was loosening me up, and if things went the way I hoped, when Robb came I wanted James to fuck me. His big, thick, uncut, 8” cock was going to hurt me, like I was hurting him.

Faster and deeper was James request, and naturally I obliged, which made Robb happy, too. We were all slamming together with loud slapping sounds. Robb was drilling me really hard, and I had my cheeks clenched tightly around his love pole.

He fucked me hard and rough, shooting rope after rope deep inside me. His cock got really thick, and it felt so good, I had to stop fucking James, to keep from shooting my wad as well.

Robb kissed me long and hard on the back of my neck, and I was doing the same to James. As Robb pulled out of me with a pop, I withdrew from James’ tight hole. James sat up in bed and I pulled him tight to me, caressing him tightly, and probing his mouth with my tongue.

“If topping you, Scott, is half as good and being your bottom, I’m going to be a happy boy!”

I sucked his pre-cum soaked cock into my mouth, and massaged his balls, which squirted more of his sweet, natural lube into my mouth. I pushed his foreskin back and forth licking its taste into my hungry mouth.

“Do you want to lube us, or should I,” I inquired.

James said he wanted to try it because he hasn’t done anything like that.

He aimed the lube bottle in my hole and squeezed hard, roughly stuffing a finger in my ass, and then two. He hit my prostate, sending waves of pleasure through me. Then he lubed three fingers and shoved them in, twisting and turning. I think he must have watched gay porn; I’m glad he did.
“Doggy style?” he asked.

“Don’t ask me; you are in control now”, I said.
I assumed the position, and heard the unmistakable sounds of him lubing his massive cock. What with Robb lubing me and cumming in me, then James lubing me up, I was worried he wouldn’t be able to get enough traction to make himself cum.

Although getting royally fucked by Robb, it hurt like hell when James shoved it in.
“Babes, please go slower, or you will split me in two.”

He did slow down, but with that monster, it still hurt. Well, I asked for it. He was my best bud, and he had just been fucked by me, so I decided to shut up and take it like a man.

I was getting used to his size when he reached around and started jerking me off in sync with his pistoning of my ass. I was back in nirvana, moaning like a whore in heat. He was biting my neck which was somehow erotic. I was getting close.

“Robb, I want your face under my cock”.

My Bambi, who was watching James’ plundering my ass intently, did as requested. He had been standing there jacking off.

James did as requested; I think he grew another inch in length and girth. His hand was flying, and wrapped tightly around my cock. He moaned loudly, on the verge of orgasm. Suddenly, his other hand grabbed my balls and squeezed hard.
“Scott, I love you more than you can know.”

As his first volley blasted against my prostate, I lost it, too, and fired round after round of hot, thick cum all over Robb’s face. I even heard it ‘splat’.

James was withdrawing completely, then ramming Mr. Big deep inside me. Some ropes of cum fired inside me, while others blasted against my hole. His whole body shook on the last of his shots, and he literally fell sideways in exhaustion on the bed.

Robb found this all too enticing, and kneeled beside James’ head and shot his second load of the night at James’ open mouth. The sight was a real turn-on, so I moved over and kissed James, sucking the large load from his face and mouth, and shared it with Robb, who hungrily accepted.

We literally collapsed on top of one another, totally spent, gasping for air. We all pulled whatever man-flesh that was near to us and kissed. I had heard that the problem with threesomes was that someone always gets left out part way through. We disproved that theory!

I crawled out of the pile of torsos, legs, arms, and penises and got the shower running. “Alright guys, time to get cleaned up for bed” I announced. We all enjoyed washing each other’s beautiful bodies. Amazingly, all of us got hard again even after the steamy lovemaking.

You thought I was going to say sex. No, it was much more than that. I was happy that James and Robb had bonded. Both James, whom I’d known since we were kids, and Robb, who I’d had a soft spot in my heart for almost a year, would become an integral part of my life. We would love each other, have sex with each other and all together, and love would be the operative word. Jealousy wasn’t allowed in our relationship.

After a shooter to relax us, we climbed into bed. Nothing was said, but I ended up in the middle. I slept through the night with nothing to interrupt the peaceful feeling that I now had.

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This story is pure fiction. Any resemblance to persons known to you is a figment of your imagination. This story contains explicit homosexual encounters between guys of legal age and if you are offended by this you are in the wrong place. Also if you are under legal age you really shouldn’t be here so just go away. No mention has been made of the use of condoms but it is assumed these characters practice safe sex.

Swim Team

Copyright 2011 Sheep. All rights reserved
It is illegal to copy, post or publish without the written consent of the author. This story is NOT in the public domain

CHAPTER FIVE

Previously ... “All right guys, time to get cleaned up for bed”, I announced. We all enjoyed washing each other’s beautiful bodies. Amazingly, all of us got hard again, even after the steamy lovemaking. You thought I was going to say sex. No, my friend. It was much more than that. I was happy that James and Robb had bonded. Both James, whom I’d known since we were kids, and Robb, who I’d had a soft spot in my heart for almost a year, would become an integral part of my life. We would love each other, have sex with each other and all together, and love would be the operative word. Jealousy wasn’t allowed in our relationship.

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After a shooter to relax us, we climbed into bed. Nothing was said, but I ended up in the middle. I slept through the night with nothing to interrupt the peaceful feeling that I now had.

I woke up to birds chirping and light coming through the window whose curtain hadn’t been drawn the night before. It’s amazing the things you forget when thinking with your little head. I had my arm on Robb’s chest; he was still asleep, but James wasn’t in bed! I got up and looked around, worried he had ‘virgin’s remorse’. I found a note on the coffee table.

Scott
Thanks for a night I will never forget or would ever want to.
Sorry, I have to work today, so I left at the crack of
sparrow shit. Stop in when you leave and I will give you
my new city cell number. There’s stuff I need
to ask you. Sorry, I can’t remember the number
and I don’t have my new iPhone with me.
Luvz ya, James

I smiled to myself, “Great, no guilt.” I put on the coffee, poured some orange juice, and checked on Robb, who was just wiping the sleep out of his eyes. Taking the juice he said, “I could get used to this service.”

I pulled the covers back and seeing his hard cock, I said, “I could get used to this service”, as I gave it a happy squeeze.

“Do you have to be back tonight,” I asked.

“The only thing on my dance card is meeting a new guy on the team at the pool Monday afternoon. Coach will to be out of town, and asked if I would show him around and see how he performs in the water. Besides, when I talked to him, he had a cute sounding accent. He has been on a team all through high school and in his freshman year, and I’m told he is really good. He transferred from New Zealand to be at our school, so I thought I’d grab a bite with him, after, if he isn’t busy, and show him some hospitality” he said, with one hand on his hip imitating Mae West. “Maybe you could join us, Scott?” he asked.

“Sounds like a plan. We can leave in the morning.

I want to call the guy at the paper and I need to take some new drawings to the loft before noon and check on progress.

“Loft, what’s that all about?” Robb inquired.

“You mean I didn’t tell you about selling the house, and buying a large loft in a renovated warehouse, a fifteen minute walk from school, and close both to public transit and two freeways?”

“Scott, it sounds Marvy! Are you looking for a roommate?” he asked.

Strangely, that thought had been going through my mind as I woke up with my arm draped over him.

“Robb, I’m not sure if that would be a good idea. Our schoolwork could suffer.” Robb, always the happy guy, looked really disappointed, but tried to hide it. “I didn’t say no, because I would love it. We both need to sleep on it, and think about it with clear heads,” I concluded. At least his smile came back. “Robb, The loft is over 5000 square feet. There would be room for the whole team to live there for that matter, so from that angle there isn’t a problem. In any event, you are going to see the loft, plenty. It’s going to have a good size whirlpool on one of the terraces. It has a 16 foot high ceiling and will have a working fireplace. There will also be room to set up a photo studio, which can be pushed out of the way when we have a beer bust. The developer has done some nice touches, like a vestibule when you come in, with glass block walls and a solid inner door to stop noise from coming from, or in my case, going to, the hallway. The access to the second floor sleeping area and bath, with a huge shower room, is from the vestibule, too. So, if anyone is sleeping, they won’t be disturbed by noise from the main floor. Please note, Robb, I said ‘if’.”

“Scott, I hope we can work it out so I can live with you, because I haven’t slept as peacefully as I have this weekend, in a couple of years. Ever since my brother raped me, I sleep so lightly that a random creak of the floor puts me in panic mode and I can’t get back to sleep again.”

I embraced Robb, rubbing his back. “Man, I’m so sorry. It really sucks that that happened,” I said.

“It was bad enough before, when he would get drunk and stick his cock in my mouth. If I didn’t give him a good blow-job, he would grab my head and fuck my face. It isn’t fun when you are forced to do it; it’s gross. To make it worse, my brother is a pig -- he doesn’t shower very often,” Robb confessed.

I was in tears now. How could anybody do such a horrible thing to the sweetest guy I’ve ever met? He was crying now, too, and holding on to me for dear life. “Robb, you’ve spent your last night under that roof -- you will live with me at the big house until the loft is ready, and you will be my roommate!” He was bawling his eyes out now.

“Scott, (sniff ) these are tears of joy (sniff). I didn’t know what to do -- I had considered something drastic, and then you came along; it’s like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Another thing, I want you to fuck me.”

I was astonished he would say that. “I will, Robb, when you are ready.”

We spent several hours sunning in the nude, with towels ready in case a boat came too close. We took turns slathering sun block on each other, paying particular attention to the parts of the anatomy that never saw the sun. Robb got me so horny that I said, either we jump in the cold water or have sex. We looked at each other, and started beating each other off. Even a hand job from Robb felt great. A couple of times I put my hand on his to stop him, because I wanted it to last longer. I watched his body carefully, for any sign he was getting close; when he was, I slowed down or stopped. We kept it up for about 45 minutes.

“I want to swallow your cum, Scott.”

We assumed the 69 position and managed to cum at the same time. Robb’s big balls produced a lot, recovering quickly. I was getting to like jism blasting into my mouth. I didn’t like beer the first time I had it; cum was the same. With cum, it was more the pleasure of getting someone off with my lips, mouth and throat than the taste. When James or Robb started shooting in my mouth, it was a sure thing that I would cum momentarily.

We got our fair share of sun. It makes me sleepy, but I was parched, so we went into the cottage and made some lemon-aid.
“Feel like a nap, babes?” I asked.

“Any excuse so I can be in bed with you, Scott.”

I bent over, and kissed the head of his flaccid schlong. How that boy could go from completely soft, to having it slap his tummy, in two seconds, was beyond me, but it always made me hard! Rob lay down on top of me, with his ass pressed against my cock. I thought it was his way of telling me he wanted me to fuck him, but I wanted him to be really comfortable with the idea before we did it. He was fragile after what he had been through. I guess he was looking at me as his savior, so I didn’t want to rush into anything. I held him on top of me.

“Scott, I like how that feels.”

“That makes two of us, Bambi.” As he wiggled around, he was making me crazy.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” he asked.

“Turn over, so I can look into your eyes.” I saw fear and apprehension; I kissed his succulent lips. Robb, I will fuck you when the time is right. I don’t think it is, just yet.” He had a look of relief on his face, and kissed me deeply.

“I’ve been right about you all along. You are the only guy I’ve met that I feel I can trust completely. That wasn’t supposed to be a test, but if it was, I know I can trust you with my life. Coming from someone that has had his trust violated, that is the highest praise I can give anybody. If you think I’m sucking up because you are taking me in, you don’t know me.”

“Robb, not another word about it. The truth of the matter is, I’m taking you in, as you put it, because I need the rent money.” He had an incredulous look on his face. “Robb, I was kidding!”

It made me feel good to see him laugh and smile and kiss and do all the unique things he does when he is with me. I was looking forward to ‘Robb the roommate’. We are polar opposites. He is happy, outgoing, laughed easily and long, and would give you a smile anytime. I’m more like my old man: serious, have to work at smiling, could be a bit of a loner, and have had depression. I’m slow to make friends but when I do, the friendship is intense and unshakeable. Bambi was dear to my heart. I didn’t know if we would end up being lovers; I just knew how good he made me feel. To think that 48 hours ago, I was still in the closet.

We dozed off, spooning, with the breeze blowing over our hard swimmers bodies. Although the nap was only about an hour, it recharged our batteries. I was famished, but didn’t feel like cooking. We jumped in the boat, and headed to the marina. Some couple from town sets up a hotdog/sausage stand there on weekends, and do a great business. Robb had a jumbo hotdog, complete with the fixings and rude remarks; I had one of their German style sausages. As we finished, we ran into James. “Hey dude, what’s up,” I asked.

“Not much. I was hoping you would stop in before you headed back to the city. I need to talk to you.”

“James, before I forget, put your new cell number in.” I handed him my phone as we finished eating.

“Robb, can you excuse us for a few minutes? I need to talk to Scott.”

James and I went into the showroom. I figured he was going to turn on the pressure to sell me a boat.

“Sorry for excluding Robb, but I wanted to ask you privately. As you know, I will be starting college in the fall, and like I said, yesterday, I need to figure out where I am going to live. Seeing as how great we get along in every possible way, is there any possibility I could stay with you? I don’t expect a free ride, just so you know.” he asked.

“Interesting, James. That’s why I needed your cell number. As I mentioned, I’m having a huge loft custom finished to my specs. It’s a 5000 square foot penthouse and could accommodate the entire team. It’s a 15 minute walk to campus. If you share expenses and food, You’re welcome to stay there. You can put your shoes under my bed, too! Another thing, you will know one of the guys who’s going to live with me,” I said.

If there was a cash reward for the most clueless look on a person’s face, James would be rich from that one. “Remember I told you about Robb getting raped? Anyway, he asked if he could room with me, and initially I told him I would think about it. I didn’t realize the sexual assaults were ongoing and escalating. So I told him this morning that he is going to live with me, effective immediately. He means a lot to me, and it isn’t worth the risk having him in the same room as his brother one more night. So James, if you are cool with the three of us living together, I would be thrilled to have you -- and often, ya big, handsome hunk.”

“Is once a day, enough? Are three too many,” he joked.

We rejoined Robb on the dock. We were all so happy that by the third week of August we would be under the same roof. The guys gave each other a lateral hug. “James, we are meeting a new guy on the team tomorrow afternoon, and have decided to stay up here and leave early in the morning, to avoid the Sunday night traffic. So, if you look out and see my car during the night, you will know why,” I mentioned.

“Hmmm, and if my best friend invited me to sleep over, I wouldn’t see your car,” he suggested.

“Nice fishing trip, mister. Looking for an invite, are you,”
I asked James.

He turned red. “If it’s not doable, just tell me Scott”.

“Hun, if you want to come sleep with us, just tell me you are coming over. What’s mine is yours, and what’s yours is big enough for 2,” I said.

“They can ask whatever they want. If they are suspicious of me spending a couple of nights with you and jump to conclusions, I will answer truthfully. If they ask if I’m gay, I’ll tell them yes. If they ask if I love you, I will tell them I always have, but now it’s more intense,” James said.

“That’s pretty ballsy man, like how do you think they would react,” I asked.

“I really think they both would be fine with it. Mom told me she was happy I was spending the night with you because we have always been such good friends. It’ll be interesting when I tell them I’m going to be at your place two nights in a row. You’ve given me the strength to fess up if that’s what it takes. If they kick me out, I’m sure I can get a part time job to pay my share at the loft, and get a student loan for tuition”.

“I don’t think they are going to give you the boot, but if you want to test the theory, your dad is over there and glancing over in this direction, so I could wrap my arms around you and lock lips with you,” I jokingly suggested.”

“Go ahead, I could use a good kiss.”

“No, James, that would embarrass your dad. I won’t do that, but you better get those butterfly shaped lips all puckered up when you come over,” I said.

“Scott, take my boat -- tell me what you think of it, and I will bring it back in the morning. See you after dinner, guys, James said, as he pushed the boat away from the dock.”

“Come over as soon as you can, because we need to get an early start. You know the saying, ‘early to bed early to RISE’ or ‘the early worm gets to peck at your pecker’.”

I gave the Monterey a good try-out on the way back; it was really powerful. I could be happy with that boat. Turning on the CD, I discovered James likes dance/techno/trance music. The audio system was spectacular. I took Robb on a little trip around the lake, pointing out cottages of the rich and famous. I pulled the boat into our dock, nudging it into reverse to bring it to a stop. The controls and hydraulic steering made it a dream to handle. I noted the hour meter was showing less than 50 hours.

We stripped each other, nude, grabbing our towels and a couple of beers, and headed out to the dock for a little more sun. Robb lay between my legs with his head on my chest. I put my arms around him.

“Scott, I’m happy James will be living with us -- he is really a nice guy. I feel I’ve known him for a long time. He seems different, maybe just not jaded? Do you think he is going to come out to the ‘rents?”

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On the other hand, I think his writing just might have been a bit "drier" and less immediately compelling of expelling bodily fluids.
Yours, on the other handjob . . .

I can't comment on Fyodor Dostoevsky as I am not educated in the Russian Language. Considering the time he wrote, I'm sure there would be many differences in our literary style, but I'm sure Федор Достоевский was relevant to the time

Re: Swim Team

Swim Team

Copyright 2011 Sheep. All rights reserved
It is illegal to copy, post or publish without the written consent of the author. This story is NOT in the public domain

CHAPTER SIX

Previously .... We stripped each other nude, grabbing our towels and a couple of beers and headed out to the dock for a little more sun. Robb lay between my legs with his head on my chest. I put my arms around him.
“Scott, I’m happy James will be living with us -- he is really a super guy. I feel I’ve known him for a long time. He seems different, maybe just not jaded? Do you think he is going to come out to the ‘rents?”

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“I’m sure they would love him no matter what. I doubt there will be any confrontation. I can’t conceive of him being thrown out for being gay” I said.

“From what I’ve seen, they treat him with respect. If I had to, I could help with his room and board for a little while if things got ugly,” Robb said.

“Bambi, it impresses me that you would do that for him.”

“Scott, I really feel that if our situations were reversed, he would do it for me. I may need to worry about how I will be treated by my ‘rents when I leave. I haven’t really thought too much about saying anything to them about my brother. He threatened to kill me if I said anything. I don’t have to say anything but from everything I’ve heard, seen on TV or read, what he is doing escalates and there will be victims. I think I have a responsibility to at least tell my parents. Maybe they can get him some counseling.”

“I agree with you; just make sure you have all your stuff in the car and make sure he isn’t there when you talk. I will be outside waiting for you. If you have loads of stuff, we can switch cars at my house; I will use mom’s 2003 Ford Expedition. I’m sure everything will fit in it. I was going to sell it but they depreciate fast so I kept it for the time being. It seats 9; at the press of a button the third row seats fold into the floor,” I said.

“Robb, what do you feel like for dinner?” I asked.

“Hun, why don’t you leave that to me? I’ll go through the food and make something while you make notes about what you need to do tomorrow and have another beer. I already have plans for dessert. James can be dessert,” Robb exclaimed.

“You’re dirty but I like you,” I fired back.

I had no idea what gastronomic orgy Robb would put together but was happy he took the bull by the horns. Indeed, I had to bring myself a little closer to reality for a little while to focus. A loud ‘marvy’ emanated from the kitchen; I took it as an indication the dinner menu had been decided. I made notes on my iPad of things to check out at the loft. I thought it would be trendy to have a gas fireplace in the ‘master bedroom’. I hadn’t done any planning for the second floor as frankly it wasn’t a priority. I had submitted drawings for a huge shower and two bathrooms each with a toilet and basin but if I could, I wanted to add another accessible from the shower room. I decided it would make more sense to have a laundry room adjacent to the other plumbing. I was thinking I should build a totally separated guest room and 4 piece bath so if I had company staying for awhile we wouldn’t be in each other’s faces all the time. The main open space would be divided 60/40. Closets are always in short supply, so I would try to layout about 6 walk-ins of around 7 ft. X 7 ft. in two rows that would be the dividing walls between the bedrooms. They would have shelving and drawer units, eliminating the need for furniture in the bedroom. I planned to use mom and dad’s matching queen-size Tempur-Pedic mattresses pushed together on the floor in ‘the master’ and perhaps replace them with a pair of king-size when we got settled in. Shelving in the vestibule would be built for shoes and boots. I’m not crazy about having shoes stored with clothing. If the new energy efficient replica windows were installed, I could get Robb to help measure them for blinds.

“It’s on the table, Scott”

“Oh yeah, sorry, I was deep in thought.”

We ate the KD and cubed pressed ham. It wasn’t as bad as it sounds.

“Wonder when James will be here,” Robb inquired.

“You seem anxious to see him again. I thought since this was Sunday. we should have a day of rest and just go to sleep at bedtime,” I said, covering a smirk.

“You can sleep but I want to fuck his tight, almost virgin ass if that’s okay with you.”

“Robb, you drive a hard bargain. Majority rules, I guess,” I laughed.

We had no sooner finished cleaning up in the kitchen and brushing our teeth. when I noticed through the window James’ boat slowing down. Robb flew down the stairs to help him tie the boat. I think Robb had a crush on James. I couldn’t blame him. I had loved him forever, but I wasn’t prepared for the new feelings I had for him.

“Hey dude,” I said.

He wrapped his arms around me giving me a loving kiss on the lips. I looked into his incredible blue eyes and melted.

“So I guess you wanna know what my parents had to say,” he asked.

“I assume it could have been worse -- you’re still alive,” I suggested.

James recounted his ‘little talk’ with his parents.

“I told them I was coming here for the night, and told them that I was going to be living with you guys for the school year, and you guys got me on the swim team, and...mom interrupted...your father and I have worried about you, son, we thought you were a homosexual...then dad piped in, you have been best friends with Scott and we really like him, it’s just, how can I say this, since Saturday you’ve been walking around with a silly grin on your face. You love him, don’t you? I know love when I see it. Don’t lie! I was almost in tears and said, dad, mom, yes I do! I would do anything for him. And then they said James, we are really happy for you. We don’t care if you are blue, pink, yellow, or purple, we care only that you are happy and happy with who you are. We love you unconditionally. God knows, you wouldn’t have chosen to be gay. You have accepted what you are and are embracing it ... then mom said to tell you the truth, I wouldn’t deal well with grandchildren, so don’t beat yourself up. Dad said we will always love you and be proud of you. I have carried your picture in my wallet. If and when the time comes, I would be delighted to carry a picture of you and Scott as well.”

“I bet you damned near shit yourself wondering how it was gonna go down,” I asked.

“Scott, If I didn’t have your support going into that, I think I would have died.”

“You just might have an even closer relationship with the parents now that everything is open. I think they appreciated your honesty.”

“Actually, they mentioned that, too. I felt like a weight was taken off me. I don’t have to be an actor anymore. The only regret I have is wasting so much time with the girls trying to keep up appearances, but you know, when you live in a village of 350 people you try not to attract too much attention. All that time could have been used trying to seduce you,” James said.

I threw my arms around him, kissing him tenderly, and cried on his shoulder. It was such a relief. James could be himself now.

“Don’t I deserve one, too? If it wasn’t for me dragging Scott out of the closet, who knows when you would’ve come out.”

Robb and James hugged and kissed and pulled each other closer holding each other’s ass. “Robb, for your part in this I will grant you one wish,” James said.

“Only one? Okay, I want to fuck you tonight”

James looked at me as if asking for permission.

“I want Robb to fuck you, too, but I want to suck your cock.”

“But I haven’t had a shower, yet,” James said.

“Psssh, I didn’t ask. You can shower after. I want you au naturel.”

We were all horny as hell, so we disrobed. James camped it up, doing a strip tease. I kissed my way down his chest, nibbling his nubs as I worked down to his belly button. Like everything else about James, it was a perfect innie hidden in those clumps of muscle on his tummy. My tongue followed the blond treasure trail to the ultimate reward. I buried my nose in his pubes and inhaled deeply. He smelled clean, with a hint of musk. I guess he smelled like what he was ... a man. My tongue ran along the top of his beautiful 8” penis and along the sides, finishing up tonguing the underside of his nearly vertical cock, working the frenulum as he moaned. I opened my mouth all the way and guided his big wet head and shaft into my mouth. It was perfectly awesome. I can’t describe the taste, which wasn’t strong; I can tell you it was turning me into an animal. My mouth was watering. James was moaning and had his eyes closed; a smile covered his face. I ran my fingertips over his balls.

“Hey, Scott, I want to fuck him. He can face fuck you at the same time.”

Robb was kissing James deeply. The contented sighs and moans got me so worked up, I was dripping. I stood back from the bed. We all took turns kissing each other, with Robb going out of his mind with passion when he got a taste of James in my mouth, and flipped James onto his stomach and started to eat James’ ass. It wasn’t possible to tell from the moans and whimpers just who was loving it more. James had his legs spread apart with his ass pushed up to Robb's face, who was in seventh heaven.

“Fuck me, Robb,” James begged.

I French kissed Robb and stroked his running cock, Robb lay on his back, and James sucked his dick.

“Lube my ass, baby,” James said.

Robb worked a generous helping of Astroglide into James using two fingers. Judging by the reaction, he hit the magic spot. He then gave his cock a good lube and laid back. James eased his ass onto Robb's dick while he sat with his back to him. I kissed him and told him to relax so he would enjoy it to the max: I resumed sucking to take his mind off the momentary pain. The position worked nicely; we could all touch each other and feel the love. James was bouncing up and down on Robb’s thick 6 1/2” of boy-fun. I got James out of my mouth before the face-fuck knocked my teeth out. He was screaming like a banshee, or was that Robb? The moaning increased in volume. I couldn’t take it anymore and knew I would cum momentarily, so I sped up the process and jerked my load on James big cock.

“I’m going to cum,” they said in unison, so I grabbed James in my fist and made his orgasm more powerful.
His jizz flew over his shoulder, landing on Robb’s chest. I jumped on the mating pair and licked Robb clean. Robb followed up with slurping my cum off James’ still hard dick. We cuddled together holding on to each other as we kissed and told each other how much we loved them. Even Robb professed his love!

When our heart rates normalized, we headed off to the shower and bathed one another. After drying each other, James spending more time than was necessary drying my junk, we shut the lights off and crawled in bed, James being the meat in the sandwich. He spooned to my back with his arm around me and his hand holding my cock. I could feel he was erect again but we all needed to sleep. Tomorrow was a big day for me and Robb.

I fell asleep quickly from all the sun, sex, and fun, however, I woke up a couple of hours later. James was jacking me very slowly. Occasionally he stopped and spit into his hand, then resumed. It felt so good the way he was massaging it and my balls. I could feel his hardness pressing my ass. I quietly reached my hand to my mouth and spit in my palm then reached behind me and rubbed it all over his dick. He moaned softly and kissed the back of my neck. He whispered in my ear that Robb was asleep. We were giving each other such a super sensation so we both kept up with the saliva when things got a little dry. I played with his cock lips which produced quite a bit of pre-cum. This was a better lube than spit, but it, too, dried up. James quietly climbed over me, got out of bed, knelt beside the bed, and sucked my cock into his wet mouth. With all the jacking, I was on the edge anyway and didn’t even attempt to hold it back, so I came in his mouth. After my ejaculation, he let my cock slip out of his mouth and put his lips to mine and opened his mouth. allowing my tongue to suck out most of my load. I then re-deposited it on James’ penis and sucked him, silently. I felt his abs tighten up. He held my head tightly and started his eruption. I expected a smaller gift but was surprised to receive a huge load. Unfortunately, due to his holding my head, he shot down my throat, depriving me from the wonderful taste of his love juice. We got back in bed and spooned after a quick trip to pee.

Morning came too early. I got up and started the coffee.
“James, we are having a practice meet on Thursday. Is there any possibility you could drive down and join the practice and meet the others? If you come early enough I’ll take you to the loft so you can see where you will be living for the next 3 years -- at least.”

“I don’t see a problem; Thursday is the day I do my running around so if there isn’t anything that has to be done at the marina, I can come. Can I sleep over with you as I normally don’t start work on Fridays until noon?”

I looked at Robb who was rubbing the sleep from his eyes; he gave me a smile. “Not a problem, James, but we three will have to share a bed,” I said smugly.

We all shared a group hug with kisses for everybody. Robb and I tossed our stuff in our bags and stripped both beds as we finished our coffee. We bade farewell on the dock; James departing in his coveted Monterey and Robb and I in the piece of shit boat.

The trip home was uneventful. Bambi managed to sleep with his head in my lap as I ran my fingers lightly through his hair. I left my radio off as I was organizing the day in my mind. First stop would be my place. Our race to the powder room resulted in a tie so we shared, Robb held mine and I aimed Robb’s at the bowl. This truly was the pause that refreshes; to hell with Coke!

I noticed the phone flashing so I asked Robb to get the stuff from the car. I went into the study to tend to the phone and email. There was a call from the estates officer asking me to call as soon as possible regarding insurance. Hmm. I called right away and got the guy’s voicemail so I left a message to call me back on my cell. A check of my email revealed the usual number of bank managers trying to get FOURTEEN MILLION UNITED STATES DOLLARS which belonged to a geologist killed several years earlier in a plane crash in Africa and died with no beneficiaries off its books. I would get the full $14 million less a 20% handling fee. Dad always said, ‘if something seems too good to be true, it probably is,’ and I hit the delete key!

I printed off the amendments and drawings for the loft and Robb and I got our towels, Speedos, goggles , etc., from our bags, tossing the balance in the laundry hamper. We stuffed the bedsheets from the cottage in the washer and ran them through the heavy duty cycle, grabbed the keys for the Expedition, and took off to Robb’s house. I rang the bell and knocked, but nobody was home.
I shouted to Robb, “The coast is clear,” so he took me to the back door and unlocked it. He noticed his brother’s lunch pail wasn’t there so we grabbed some garbage bags and went to his room. The acrid scent of his brother had permeated the fabric of the room. I held bags open as Robb emptied the drawers of his dresser into them. He carefully packed his swimming medals and trophies including one his brother had jumped on in a rage. He decided to take the desk he made in Shop in High School. He had done a professional job of it. After loading everything into the SUV we took off to the loft.

“Holy football field, Batman, this place is huge,” was Robb’s first statement.

The new double glazed, argon filled, solar reflective windows had now been installed and the windows had been trimmed, so we set about measuring for blinds. I had spare elevation drawings, so we marked the measurements on the plan. We saw that the whirlpool was partially installed. I took him upstairs, finding the shower and bathrooms hadn’t been started. That was a relief. I roughly indicated what I wanted to do to the second story. We stepped out the door onto the deck on the roof. We were quite close to where the Sauna would be. Work had commenced on the pool. There was an elaborate steel structure beneath it to transfer the load to the concrete columns of the building. The building, formerly a warehouse, was very strongly built to hold shelving to the ceiling; the floors were 7” of reinforced concrete and the columns appeared to be 2 1/2 ft. in diameter. I showed him where the kitchen was going. The plumbing and electrical had been roughed in.

“What are these pipes and wires?” Robb inquired.

“That is where the island is going. It contains a sink and dishwasher. It will be almost 4 ft. X 10 ft. with an eating bar on one side. Over there is the kitchen. The pipe marked ‘gas’ is where the huge range will be. The water line is for the ice machine. The wires are for outlets and efficient under cabinet LED lighting, and these wires are for TV and phone,” I confirmed.

“Marvy! There will be plenty of room for me to make you KD and ham,” he joked.

“The Weber BBQ will be just outside that door,” I said, indicating French doors leading to the west terrace.

I showed him my idea for shoe and boot storage in the vestibule, close to where a large closet would be. Okay, let’s blow this pop stand and go to the construction office.

“I’ll start with that lumpy electrician on the ladder exposing his bulge to our hungry eyes,” Robb salivated.

“I don’t know what it is about electricians. They are always the hunkiest guys on the site,” I confirmed.

“Hi, I’m Josh. Are you guys kids of the owner of this loft?” he inquired.

“Hi Josh, I’m Scott and this is my roommate and teammate Robb. I’m the owner.”

“Wow, I expected some balding, newly divorced, fat, rich guy to be making this his playboy mansion. It’s gonna be a sweet crib,” he said.

Robb was off like a shot when Josh got down off the ladder. “I’m Robb. You look like you’re in quite good shape.”

“This work helps keep you in shape, but yes, I swim 100 laps twice a week and go to the gym 3 times a week,” Josh said.

“You must have an understanding wife, to let you spend so much time away from home,” I said.

Josh blushed and said he wasn’t married, or ever would be.

“Josh, it sounds like you are trying to make a statement, but I don’t mean to pry.”

“Don’t let on to any of the others but my parents were always bugging me about when am I gonna find a wife and settle down and make some grandkids. I had a bad day at work one day and got pissed off when they started in again with that, I told them unless I knock up Jeff, you won’t be getting any. Guys, they went fuckin’ ballistic, confirmed I was ‘a queer’ and kicked me out then and there. So I called Jeff, who said get your ass over here; to which I replied, ‘I know I get my ass over there’ so I’m heading that way now, and so I moved in with my boyfriend. That was a year ago and believe me, we’ve been trying to make babies every possible way, but it isn’t working,” he roared with laughter.

“Glad things worked out for the better, Josh. Maybe in September you might want to come over with him for a soak and some beers,” added Robb.

We exchanged cell numbers and shook hands. “We must go now, great chatting. I’ll give you a call when we are finished up in here and all moved in,” I said.

“Meanwhile, if you guys need help with anything, I have a pickup and so does Jeff. He is also in construction so we have strong backs.”

“I noticed,” Robb said, running a hand over his back, shoulders, and arms.

Josh just blushed.
“Don’t mind Robb, He only hits on guys in jeans, shorts, Speedos, board shorts, or nude in the shower,” I told him.

He looked around checking for workmates and then gave us both a big hug.

“I’m really shy and Jeff is totally shy. I don’t know how I had the nerve to just talk to you guys, but I’m glad I did.”

We said our goodbyes and headed to the construction office. Time was getting tight. I didn’t want our meeting with the Aussie guy to get screwed up, so I informed them I would be down with more plans for additional bathrooms, laundry room, gas fireplace, closets, some partitioning and shelving for shoe storage. They said it wasn’t a problem, as the other penthouse units would be completed this week, so there would be a full work force next week. On the way to the SUV my cell rang. It was the trust officer casually telling me the proceeds of dad’s accidental death insurance provided as a benefit through work had arrived, and what did I want done with it.

“Too right, I’m strine. G’day mate, my name is Jesse and this is Vlad. I came across him on campus this arvo looking like a lost soul. He’s a freshman and looking to get on the team as well. He was so well dressed I wanted to know where he shops.”

Jesse stood there, half boned, with a thick, uncut cock, great legs, and the most beautiful ass I have ever, ever, ever seen. Ever. In my life. After the call about the insurance cheque, I felt like superman. This boy standing here was Kryptonite. I just stood there and stared. I couldn’t even talk. I had no power. He had taken it away.

Perhaps I can have Josh install cameras and stream them to a website with a low monthly subscription fee

I was going to have a cam in the shower room in case anybody fell on the "slippery" floor. It would be CCTV in the loft but we may as well go all out so we can watch it in HTML5 from our iPhones anywhere. (no Adobe Flash required)

Re: Swim Team

You must realize that chapter 6 ended on Monday afternoon. Scott and Robb only went away on Friday afternoon. The days have been full to this point. Scott has some more drawings to submit because the loft has to be finished in about 3 weeks.
What are the odds he will get all that done Monday night?
I didn't think so either
Chapter 7 will be up Saturday evg or Sun morning

Thanks for all the comments. If you have any suggestions, please PM me. I got one saying he thought I used "bubble butt" too often so I cut it out for a couple of chapters. I know little things can be annoying, so just let me know.

“Too right, I’m strine. G’day mate, my name is Jesse and this is Vlad. I came across him on campus this arvo looking like a lost soul. He’s a freshman and looking to get on the team as well. He was so well dressed I wanted to know where he shops.”

Jesse stood there, half boned, with a thick, uncut cock, great legs, and the most beautiful ass I have ever, ever, ever seen. Ever. In my life. After the call about the insurance cheque, I felt like superman. This boy standing here was Kryptonite. I just stood there and stared. I couldn’t even talk. I had no power. He had taken it away.

“It isn’t like Scott to be at a loss for words. Scott, this is Jesse and Vlad. Jesse has transferred here from Australia for his sophomore year and Vlad came from Ottawa as a Freshman. What’s the matter Scott, you look like you were about to faint,” he asked.

“Oh, sorry guys, like Robb said, I’m never at a loss for words. Let me be totally up front with you. Jesse, although I haven’t a clue what you just said, your ass should be bronzed and placed in a classical art museum. I almost fell to my knees and ate it,” I confessed.

Jesse turned scarlet but said “Well, I’m bi, so it’s a fair go I’d let ya. I’ve never had any volunteers but have always wondered how it feels.”

He grabbed my hand and placed it on his beautiful buttocks then ran his hand over my ass.

“Ahem guys, you are leaving me and Vlad out of all the fun stuff,” Robb complained.

A visual check confirmed they were as turned on as Jesse and I were. They both sported wood, and thin Vlad had a really pretty cut cock that looked a little too big to be in proportion to the rest of him. Jesse’s very thick uncut cock was fully hard now with the foreskin almost fully retracted, showing his perfectly smooth glans. I felt myself leak some pre-cum from my piss slit. Jesse rubbed his thumb in my pre-cum and put it to his lips, licking his thumb clean.

“We seem to be horny for each other but I don’t know if it’s wise to be doing this in the shower. What if someone walks in?” he queried.

I pulled this 175 lb. 5’ 11” adonis into a full frontal hug and kissed his full lips.

“You are right, Jesse, and it’s not fair making the others watch,” I said as I turned to observe Robb and Vlad stroking each other.

I pushed Jesse away and crouched down to lick our copious pre-cum off his now leaking cock. I spun him around and gave his ass a lick, making him moan, then abruptly turned all the showers on ‘cold’. Severe shrinkage happened, although Vlad’s dick remained pretty long. I was kicking myself in the ass for doing the cold water cure, but we needed to get in the pool and check out the two new boys.

“Vlad, what is your stroke of choice,” I asked.

“What Robb was doing to me, but in swimming, it’s the fly,” he winked.

“I’m freestyle,” offered Jesse.

The pool was empty so we each took a lane. “Jesse, Vlad, do a few laps for us. This isn’t timed and isn’t a race. We just want to see your style,” Robb said.

“Jesse appears to be a real strong swimmer. His hands barely splashed any water. Look at his quads,” Robb said.

“I looked at them when I sucked his big, thick cock into my mouth,” I said. “And that ass, on a scale of one to ten, is a thirty-six. I don’t know how we are going to be able to keep the rest of the team away from that butt.” I questioned.

“You Slut, you won’t and you can’t; I want some too, and Vlad the Impaler was drooling watching you two as well,” Robb answered.

“Vlad the Impaler -- that’s cute, he could impale me anytime. He is the ultimate twink -- thin, very white, long legs, delicious butt, cute as fuck with his puppy dog brown eyes, and I would love to have him stuck on my cock while you watched,” I confessed.

“Okay Scott, you do that but I’ll be giving Jesse a good pounding while I watch.”

“Touché. Vlad looks good to me Robb, in the pool that is. What do you think?”

“I can’t believe he’s as good as he is. I don’t know if it’s because he is streamlined or what, because he doesn’t have much muscle bulk, or any kind of bulk,” Robb stated.

“I think they both will be a great asset to the team; what do you think, Robb?”

“Totally agree, but I wonder why Jesse doesn’t have much of a tan being from Oz.”

“Duh, perhaps because it’s winter there? Shall we see what they are doing after this? Maybe we can have a little party at the house, starting in the sunny back yard? I want Jesse’s ass so bad my nuts ache,” I said.

I was waiting for that. I just knew your brain was whirring away trying to think up something. Dude, your tongue was literally hanging out with saliva running off it when you saw Jesse. The fact that it took you almost two minutes to sample that dick and ass had me worried. I thought you were slowing down,” Robb said.

I reached over and squeezed Robb’s thigh. “Are you up for a 4way?”

“What’s your problem, Scott? First you are muttering some weird shit on the phone about one and a quarter, now you’re asking a retarded question. Naturally I’m up for a 4way and since I live with you, now, you don’t have to ask anymore. So, what were you talking about on the phone, or should I shut my pie hole?”

“Oh, that. It means I don’t really have to worry about money or getting a job to get myself through school. Let’s just leave it that you and James aren’t going to get kicked out if you can’t find or keep a part-time job,” I confided.

We both slipped into the pool; Robb came over and gave me a big hug. I kissed his succulent lips.

He gave my package a little squeeze; then we were off, Robb doing the fly and me doing the back stroke. My hand ‘accidentally’ slipped below the buoy and rope lane marker and I groped Jesse. It was so fast, if there had been anybody else there, they wouldn’t really have noticed. It was enough to break his concentration and almost send him to the bottom, in gales of laughter.
“Oy, mate, I should have expected that, you perv. You backstroker blokes are always doing that,” he shouted.

“Just wanted to tell you we like your stroke,” I said.

“I think you like everything about me,” he stressed.

“You are pretty observant, Jesse. I can tell you, now, you are on the team and so is your little friend, Vlad. Robb and I wondered if you guys want to get together and party a little tonight. Here is the story. Robb is moving in with me today, and I’m in the process of having a really large old downtown warehouse loft finished off which will be within walking distance of campus. He will be living with me there, too, along with another friend,” I said.

“Just a friend, or boyfriend, or friend with benefits, Scott?”

“It’s complicated. Robb has been a teammate for a year, but we just got to know each other really well on Friday. I took him to my cottage, introduced him to my best friend James, who came to take us water skiing on Saturday morning and walked in on us, spooned in bed with raging hard-ons. Here is where it gets good. James, who I’ve known forever but thought was a pussy pumper, admitted he was gay and that he has loved me for years but was unwilling to risk wrecking the friendship to play around with me. To make a long story short, the three of us fucked like minks for the weekend, he has transferred to this university and will be living with us, and will be on the team. The really wonderful part is we all love each other and have awesome threesomes. He is coming on Thursday for a practice, by the way; be there, and you will meet him. And you are absofuckinlutely correct. I do like everything about you. Where are you staying?” I asked.

Actually, I’m staying with some old relatives, temporarily. I can’t stand it. They want me in before the sun goes down, and only let me use the shower once a week. To make it worse, I’m a one and a half hour commute to campus, so staying there is out of the question. Vlad and I talked about finding an apartment, but the prices are pretty rich for downtown rentals. Since you guys are from here, could you help us, like tell us areas to avoid and all?” Jesse asked.

“Sure, we would love to. I will ask Vlad if he will join us. He looks like he could use a good meal. I can grab some steaks out of the freezer to toss on the BBQ and we will eat, drink, and you can be Mary,” I giggled, for which I got punched in the arm.

We walked to the end of the pool and were just standing there when Jesse pulled me into a hug.

“Scott, you’re a really cool bloke!”

“Jesse, I just want to hear you scream my name when I rim you tonight, after a few beers to loosen us up.”

“Good onya for being upfront about your wishes,” he laughed. Robb and Vlad are ripper. It’s a fair go we all get it on after the barbie and bash, don’t ya reckon?” he asked.

Vlad and Robb joined us so I brought Vlad up to speed about the ‘barbie and bash,’ and spending the night.
“Like, I’m staying at the “Y” right now which is gross, you know, and the restaurants are either greasy spoons or out of my price range, so I haven’t had a decent meal since I hopped on the train a few days ago, and like, by the way, Jesse, I have no clue what you just said,” Vlad replied.

“I said, I’m in for the BBQ and partying and hope you have a bed that sleeps four,” he said mischievously to all of us.

Robb and I confirmed they were both a ‘go’ for the team and the first unofficial practice would be Thursday at 5 pm.

We headed to the shower where I asked Jesse if he wanted to have us shave him for Thursday’s practice.
“Aren’t you worried some wowser’s gonna come in and give us grief?” Jesse questioned.

“Good point, besides we will probably get carried away. We could do that at my place. The shower can fit four. You are pretty smooth, except for a little fuzz on those awesome legs, which begs the question, how did you get legs like that,” I questioned.

“Scott, strewth, you boys stand around in head-to-toe body armor playing what you call football for about 12 seconds at a time then take a break, where we Aussies play footy. I think you call it soccer. It does amazing things for the legs.”

I readily agreed with him as I soaped him up. There’s nothing like stroking a big uncut cock especially with a soapy fist. I gave his ass a good wash in preparation for tonight’s feast, noting some fuzz to come off his balls. Vlad was washing Robb’s crotch and was obviously enjoying the experience while Robb soaped up Vlad’s ass.

“Vlad, are you a top, bottom, or vers?”

“I think a bottom but, like, I don’t know -- I’m a virgin. I’ve always imagined I would like getting fucked. When I watch porn I identify with the guy that’s getting poked. I can feel my ass clenching and relaxing as if I was him. I love the feel of Robb’s cock. I want to try sucking it tonight, or maybe more,” Vlad said.

Robb left the shower, went to his locker, and returned with a razor and shave gel.

“Scott, you know you want to shave Jesse, so just do it and I’ll help if you want me to.”

“Robb, you know me so well,” I said.

I showed Jesse the razor and shave gel; I gave him a wink as he pulled me to his body and hugged me.

“Right, it’s gonna be hot, mate. I’ve never been shaved before, but can you leave a little patch of pubes?” he asked.

“Sexy man, I’ll do whatever you want,” I told him.

I got him under a hot shower to soften up the hair, then worked the shaving gel into his pubes, cock, and balls. I was careful to be as gentle as possible. Little by little, I trimmed his short bush, making sure nothing would show with his Speedo on. I stepped back on occasion to make sure it was even. I then wetted his balls again with hot water and pulled his ball sac tight, while I shaved his balls cleanly, re-wetting them and shaving in every possible direction, to make them as smooth as billiard balls. Jesse loved it, letting out little sighs as he stood there with his eyes closed and a smile on his face. I put some more gel on his shaft and carefully glided the razor down to the base all around, to rid his cock of any hairs that might floss my teeth. I chuckled softly. I didn’t have to hold his dick as it was rock hard, but I loved the feel of it, so I took every opportunity to hold it, squeeze it, stroke it, and pull back the skin so I could salivate over its beauty. Next, I shaved his thighs. He wasn’t very hairy: a little hair on his lower legs that I decided to leave for now, and check his ass. I tidied up back there as he held his voluptuous ass-cheeks apart.
“Okay Jesse, you’re done. Tell me what you think.”

“G’arn, I mean you are kidding, mate! Heart shaped pubes?”

“Hey, you guys, I don’t think Jesse likes his shave job. Can I get some other opinions?”

They all came and looked carefully and were rolling on the floor laughing. They both patted the heart shaped patch of pubes and stroked it lovingly, telling him how special it was. Jesse went out to look in a mirror, gave a little smile and came back and wrapped his arms around me.

“She’ll be right, mate. Is the heart supposed to be telling me the way you feel about me?”

“As I said before, Jesse, you are pretty observant.”

I pulled him tightly into a hug, looking into his beautiful big brown eyes, grinding my hard cock against his, kissed him and told him, “Yes, mate, yes, Jesse, it is. I don’t know how you are doing this to me but I love, err, I like you a whole bunch.”

He put his hand on my chest, feeling my heart beating.

“I reckon you do.”

He kissed me back and pushed my ear to his chest.
“Just so you know, it’s not one-sided.”

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Thanks go to all the people that rated this thread. I love you all to death. According to my calculations, however, the voters represent 2% of the readership. I never understood when I was a reader why more people wouldn’t comment or rate but would keep right on reading. I didn’t know at the time what a labour of love writing is. This isn’t really a plea to get more votes for my story. There are some excellent writers contributing to this forum and I am sure they would be delighted to get recognition for the work they put into it. So please rate the stories you are reading. It’s one of the ways a writer knows if he is heading in the right direction.

Re: Swim Team

Originally Posted by PerpetuallyHard312

XD lol thanks Sheep for reminding me that I have to wait 3 weeks for the completion of the loft :P
Where can *I* sign up for this swim team??? If Jesse's ass is anything like I imagined then......oh man! Wow....umm I have some important business to take care of so I'll finish this rant later
Awesome job Sheep!

Good lofts take time. Scott has to get some amendments and drawings delivered.
You need to fill out a form and get your photos into the selection committee. easiest way is to send them to me.

Originally Posted by Audio Tech

I love this story! I am still a swimmer in my middle age, but dear god, I WISH something like that had happened to me when I was swimming in school. Or EVER, for that matter.

Steamy!!! Whew!!!

Is that a Studer in your pants or are you just happy to see me? lol Keep swimming. If our team makes it to the championships we might be in L.A.

Originally Posted by Kyanimal

Get back on that soapbox, Sheep! I just found the razor!
O.K. ... Loved it! However, didn't realize the "new guys" were already nude when Scott, and Bambi, first met them.
No big deal. That got cleared up pretty darned quick!
Great story (and other "things") you've got going, here!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

It would have been easier on Scott If Jesse was wearing clothes when they met. The coronary would have been less severe.

Originally Posted by UkrainianForever

Amazing!!
I'm so happy you decided to start writing stories, you're a natural writer
Keep up the great work!

Aww thanks UF! Betcha you're a natural swimmer! Kissing the authors ass could get you to the front of the line

Originally Posted by swdguy

Sheep, this is one awesome story. I just read this for the first time today. I'll love to read some more. Keep on writing buddy.
S

Welcome to the story. Glad to have you aboard. I'll keep writing, if you keep reading. Deal?

Originally Posted by gaytxn09

That, er...., took my breath away.

Your breath? C'mon, tell us the truth. Did it take anything else away?

Originally Posted by vampsrock1992

This is such an amazing story. All the love and sex and heat. Its incredible. I can't wait to read more of this masterpiece Sheep.

I get a warm fuzzy feeling when I get letters. Thank you.

Originally Posted by mbamike

I am loving this story! I want to join this swim team!

I gave Perpetually Hard info on how to join

Originally Posted by DonQuixote

Sounds like a bit of info from Bare Naked Ladies - "If I Had a Million Dollars".
I've been partial to homemade - using Kraft Velveeta - for a smoother, richer flavour, lol
Still Kraft.

Scott has been used to some finer things in life and will help his little Bambi make Mac 'n Cheese with Baldersons 7 year old Canadian cheddar and pasta noodles made fresh from the pasta machine once the loft is finished and things become a little more routine.

Originally Posted by justadude

hey sheep, i just read all five chapters of your swim team story this morning. ive already jacked off many times and my dick's so freakin hard again that i'll get more loads out of it. i hit the motherlode with your story. Scott, James, and Rob can be my new best friends man! youre a terrific writer...it was so easy to read and visualize the story and how fuckin hot these three dudes are...and what they were doing. god what a talent! and i have a suspicion that theres some personal history and experience in this writing. you lucky bastard!
anyways, thanks for writing and sharing your skills. i couldnt even begin to estimate how many gallons of cum have been shot worldwide while reading your story. keep writing my friend...and i'll keep cumming!

Email me your pictures. Swimming not required. We need a towel boy too who can also bend over and use a brush on the grout in the shower room. Keeping the shower area clean eliminates slip hazards.

Personal situations have slowed down the next chapter, but I'm hoping to have it up for the weekend. First it was health issues in the household, then our country elected a dictator on Monday, and then tax day came, only to find my accountant screwed up and had to re-do 2 returns.
On top of that, the next chapter is a difficult one to write.
Because I made you wait, I will include some eye candy when I post it.
Thanks for your understanding. It'll soon be time.

Re: Swim Team

Originally Posted by sheep

Swim Team

James quietly climbed over me, got out of bed, knelt beside the bed, and sucked my cock into his wet mouth. With all the jacking, I was on the edge anyway and didn’t even attempt to hold it back, so I came in his mouth. After my ejaculation, he let my cock slip out of his mouth and put his lips to mine and opened his mouth. allowing my tongue to suck out most of my load. I then re-deposited it on James’ penis and sucked him, silently. I felt his abs tighten up. He held my head tightly and started his eruption. I expected a smaller gift but was surprised to receive a huge load. Unfortunately, due to his holding my head, he shot down my throat, depriving me from the wonderful taste of his love juice.

My Dear Mr. Sheep,

When I read a passage like this, I know deep down in my nuts that we are cut from the same cloth. Holy Mother of Fuck this was hot! What's not to like, love and jack-off to. I must have read it four times before I could continue and by then I was spent and a total cum mess. You really know what set my cock raging and I really appreciate that. I can't imagine the fireworks if we had a chance to work each other over. We could swap cum till out cocks ran dry. Cum to think of it, you've almost run my cock dry already. Thanks again.

"Reading should be easy. Only the reader should be hard." -- hard reader (author of the erotic porn novel "I Thought I Knew")